She became that kind of person, what is left for me to miss,
Was there any love left there to drive me crazy.
I got mad at myself, for not being able to retrieve my soul
For not being able to redeem the love that I offered.
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Carrying sorrow on my shoulders! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you for your kind support in my poetic journey. I appreciate your comments. Nhien